It was a day for Ludwig Wittgenstein yesterday. Directly after submitting my dissertation,  I headed down to the station to catch a the train for Cambridge. Lin booked for the reading room of Trinity Colledge library, where I spent some time to read manuscripts of Wittgenstein. The one I had been interested in was his lecture notes. I am not sure whether it's true or not, but I heard how wiredly he taught students at Cambridge; he didn't give any handouts or notes to students, but spoke out what he found is the problem of human recognition. In between, he damnned himself saying 'how stupid I am !' or something like that. Having recalled the episode, I opened the small cambus note about half of which had filled with his scar-like handwritings. Although I could read hardly anything, I noticed that was a fragment of his work called about colours. The main idea seems to be very simple;my red is not necesarily the same as your 'red', but we cannot define things like my red or your red, and only thing we could do against this lemited function is indicating what each red is, but we canot 'tell' anything for that. This indeed had been my own question (albeit, with far shallower insight about the essense of the problem) before I met Wittgenstein. I have to admit that it was one of the most satisfucting moment after I came to UK, and could bhe the best moment before I leave here. After the rich moment, we start explorring his grave in the Ascencion of Parish Cemetery. We walked, lost and walked again. Walked around the cemetery without noticing the entrance is just beside the bus stop! Ater a while we could find his name on one of tombstones, and could settled down at a restaurant with chilled tins of soda, and great fulfiment. Lin, thank you very much again!!

 There have been people who don't leave me alone. When I was in elementaly school, a guy who was the biggest and strongest of all, tried to bully me. He hit me throw me in front of all others, and the others was just trying to ignore that, or even joined him. When he stoped it with content and boast with himself, I took revenge. Just after he sat down to the chair, I hanged onto hineck with all of my weight. From the day on, he treated me as if his 'supervisor' even he was a kind of punk, and I was a quite nerdy one.........That's what I have been, and I want to be. I never fight aginst someone volunterly, but I have no mercy and no remose when some one tries to get on my way (even when I am trying to ignore!), and I have to fight back. However, perhaps I should be more flexible. I need to take different strategy to different opponents. This flexibility, and a bit more patience to wait for the next time, would be what I should learn next. Thanks a lot for you all who gave me sincere advices. Now I am fine.

Enrico did work hard. So hard that he couldn't see me. He'd better live far away from youtube to keep that good focus on things. 

Well, now it seems to be a well known story....some say that if you eat blue cheese, especially Stilton 30 mins before you going to bed, you may have a nightmare. So, I did. Interestingly enough, I really had dream for the first time in these several weeks. But the dream I had was not like a nightmare with death of someone I love or a metaphor of pressure.....I was just watching a boxing match, and perhaps I fought against someone, but nothing painful nor tiredsome, rather enjoyable.Then the worst part came after the dream. When I got up I noticed that I was suffering from an unusual headache, and felt more tired than before I had gone to bed......it's the price of a CHEESY DREAM indeed.

It's cold, and even getting colder......need to catch the summer asap! Back in Japan, people are boiled and things are melting I heard. Seasons never be the same in those far places. 

Hard to believe it is, I used to be an early bird. When I was a member of school KENDO(a fencing-like martial art) club, there were periods of time to practice around 6 am in a winter cold. The memory of those days have gone away long time ago, but when I was on the way back to my room　early in this morning, I suddenly remembered the fact that a day starts in the morning. I should re-wind my crazy sense of time then.

 Autumn is coming here with the rain. Friends are gone with the storm. So am I. I will go back home soon to find the reminders of summer. New life will start soon at my dear-old-weary place.

 Stomachache starts again. It's always the case that when I am under a pressure, the pain on my stomach starts. Typically Japanease.

 These are words for my dissertation. I will finish soon anyway though.

 I tried to take £10 from my account, but the ATM didn't answer. There was one guess that I had spent too much. Indeed I spent too much, as the script says the balance of my account is only £2.84,,,loooool

I am ready to travel, yet my dissertation is not ready. Then, the Summer is running away from me...... 

damn,,,,,I am losing again. Will there be a time for me to win?